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Angela had just graduated from high school near the top of her class. A
bright future ahead of her, the support of a strong family, and the love
of a good man. Life was great.
After graduation, the summer found Angela working at the local
convienience store to help add to her savings for any unforeseen college
expenses and give her a little "fun" money to spend throughout the
summer. After work she would spend most of her time with her boyfriend
of two years, Mike. He had graduated from the same school just the year
before and had just finished his freshman year at State.
About three weeks into summer, Angela and Mike were partying with
friends, and had a bit too much to drink. One thing led to another, and
soon they were taking their relationship to the next level. That next
morning, Angela was a bit shaken. She couldn't believe that she let
herself down like that. She had planned quite some time to lose her
virginity to Mike - but she had imagined and planned that it would be a
romantic, wonderful experience. What she could remember of it was not
nearly as romantic and wonderful as she wanted. Mike was a bit confused
as to Angela's tears and distance, but he tried to reassure her of his
love for her, only to be shrugged away.
The distance between Angela and Mike seemed to grow. She harbored a
resentment toward him for his part in their drunken antics. Mike tried
for awhile to understand her distance and coldness towards him, but
eventually started to feel wronged by Angela. This mutual anamosity grew
with the days... hours, that ticked along.
Angela tried not to let her anger spill over and affect her work, but it
was easy for everyone to see her once perky personality tarnished with
sadness, disdain, or distant indifference. This is where my journey
started.
~~~~~~~~~~
I had just finished work, and popped into the local country store to grab
my usual seeds and a drink, for a snack on my way to my second job as
night-watchman. The gal at the check-out, Angela, seemed a bit distant
and saddened - not her usual demeanor.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I doubt you'd understand," she replied.
Intrigued, I countered, "Perhaps, but that doesn't mean that I can't
offer some great advice on how to fix it."
"You can't fix stupid," she said bluntly.
I chuckled, "True. But you can fix the way you deal with it."
She considered what I said, before replying, "Maybe."
Now she's just a girl I only somewhat knew. It's a small town, nearly
everyone here at least knows of nearly everyone else. But I had no real
relationship on any level with this youngster. Still, I could tell that
she was troubled, and being the nice guy that I was, I couldn't resist
the opportunity to help her out if I could.
"Well, if you want to talk about it, or perhaps some advice from a wise
old man - you let me know." Knowing full well that she knew where to find
me... everyone in town did.
That night, while I was working my night-watch shift at the local
factory, I heard that she was on the outs with her boyfriend Mike, and
rumors were that she was pregnant. That made me raise an eyebrow... but
as the old saying goes, "Beleive only half of what you see... and none of
what you hear."
It was difficult to refrain from offering unsolicited advice, or
attempting to verify if the rumors were true. One look at her, and you
could tell the kid was having a rough go of it. So for the next few
weeks, it was just business as usual.
Then one afternoon, as I'd done recently with most of the kids I saw, I
asked her, "Are you ready for college?"
I could see her eyes tear up as she answered, "I don't know."
I felt like an ass. Even though I didn't know what I thought I knew, was
I supposed to have known? Were the rumors right?
"I'm sorry. What happened?" Now I wanted to know. Hell, I made her cry
- anyone would want to know what was going on.
"I got drunk at a party, things happened, and now I don't know if I'm
going to be able to go to college. I don't know if I even want to now."
"Well kiddo, I haven't heard of any murders, so it can't be that bad," I
smiled. "You're just like everyone else, you have to decide what you
want, and figure out how to get it. If you want to go to college, go to
college."
"I'm not ready to have kids. But... I don't want to... you know." I
guess I should have been ready for that revelation, but I was woefully
unprepeared.
"Okay, well..." I wasn't sure what to say at the moment, so I paused to
think. "So, what are your choices then?" I asked.
"Abortion is out. I... I just can't," she stated.
"Okay, one option down," I replied.
"Any other option will have me having this baby in the middle of the
school year. Unless I skip going to college."
"Why don't you just put college off for a year?" I asked.
"My scholarships," she replied.
"Oh."
"I'm sorry that I'm bothering you with all of this," she apologized.
"Hey, I pried into it," I smiled. "And it's no bother."
"What's Mike think about all of this?" I asked.
"He's an.... He wants me to get an abortion, HE isn't ready to be a
father. We're pretty much not talking anymore," she paused, "I wish I
was a guy, so I could just not have to deal with pregnancy and child-
birth."
I really wish she hadn't said that. She was young, healthy, and cute -
with a bright future ahead of her. And I envied her, for I'm a curious
soul, seeking knowledge... and I knew little about the lives of the
fairer sex. If I had her life, oh the things I would do.
"I understand. But be lucky you are who you are. Things could be
worse... You could be me." I smiled once again.
"I wish," she replied.
So do I, Angela, So do I. "Well, wouldn't that be something. Anyhow,
I've got to get going - you have a better night, okay?" I said to her
before I headed off again for my night-shift job.
That night, all I could think about was what would I do if I was in her
shoes. I think I'm probably on the same page of not getting an abortion,
but what do I know - I've never been in a position to be in that position
before.
And what of college. She'd either have to have the baby while in
college, or skip college, loose some scholarships, and have to reapply
for grants and other financial aid next year.
The solutions to Angela's problems continued to plague me into my very
dreams. I dreamt of Angela and I at the counter of the country store
considering solutions to her problems. We went back and forth over vague
details about generic scholarships and grants and financial aid programs.
We discussed how pregnancy and child-birth would affect her class
schedules. We discussed the various aspects of how having a child would
affect her qualifications for other programs, and how childcare would
affect her class and study schedules.
I began to think she was right... College might be impossible.
~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up feeling something ticklish on my face. I was able to brush
some off, but some of it fell back over my face, some of it getting
caught in my fingernails. I opened my eyes and brushed the rest of the
offending something off of my face. I then took a look at my nails to
see how badly they needed to be trimmed. I had to blink my eyes a few
times, my nails looked pink - hot pink. Blinking my eyes only verified
that my nails were not only hot pink, but long... and on longish fingers
that didn't seem right. As I was trying to make sense of things, I
noticed that I was wearing a shirt, and my room was different. I sat up,
and felt a weight shift on my chest. As I examined myself and my
surrounding, I realized I must still be dreaming.
This wasn't my room, this wasn't my body - I seemed to have a girl's
body. Now this is something I'd dreamt about once or twice before - but
this seemed so real. I got up and walked over to the mirror I could see
hanging on the door. As I did, I felt as if I was gliding... the
movement of this body seemed different than I remember. When I
approached the door, I started to recognize the reflection... it was
young Angela. Our mouths drooped open in somewhat of a shocked reaction.
Her reflection mimiced every movement I made.
Well, if I was going to dream about being Angela, I was going to live it
up a little!
The first thing I did was to strike a few poses in front of the mirror.
It was kinda' fun to see all the different stances that this body modeled
well. The strange part was that I could feel the lay and the pull of the
pyjamas and underwear... and the hair kept getting in the way, and in my
mouth. I was beginning to wonder if this were a dream. If this was a
dream, my hair wouldn't be getting in the way (especially in my mouth),
and I don't think I'd be simultaneously feeling all the various nuances
of body mechanics and clothing limitations and fabrics.
But this had to be a dream, there's just no possible way I could actually
BE Angela!
My mind reeled over this for a few seconds... minutes, perhaps. Then I
decided that I should brush this unruly mane of hair and pull it back out
of the way... dream or not. The constant struggle with tangles while
brushing was really leading to the thinking that this was NOT a dream.
It felt too real. Then I felt something familiar and unwelcome. I
looked around the room and found what I needed, just in time too. I
heaved into the trashcan as unnerving nausea had overcome me. One minute
I was fine, then next... Oh how I hate vomitting. A little more sickness
and it seemed to be though.
I grabbed the trashcan and sought out the nearest bathroom. I found my
way down the hallway and to the bathroom where I let go of another round
of heaves. I rinsed my mouth out and used a little mouthwash to deaden
the aftertaste. My underwear was a bit damp as I must have pee'd myself
a little while in the midst of the heaves. I decided that I should
probably try to relieve myself, just in case.
I pulled down my pyjama bottoms and underwear, then sat on the toilet
seat, relaxed a little and just like normal, started to feel my bladder
relieve itself. I really didn't dwell on things or explore - I was too
shocked by the heaves to really think about anything else. I finished my
business in the restroom and headed back to the bedroom with the
trashcan.
After a short search, I changed into a fresh pair of undies and t-shirt
and sweat shorts. I headed down to the kitchen to find a new trashbag
for bedroom, and to see if I could figure out where to put the pukey one.
After looking through a few cupboards I found the trashbags, and decided
to twist the old one up and dispose of it in the garage bin.
The sickness was fortunately very short-lived and I seemed to be feeling
fine once again. I checked around the house. This was definately not
someplace I knew or had visited before. This was looking and feeling
less and less like a dream. After determining that I was home alone, and
that it was close to the time that I normally wake up - I decided to try
a novel experiment. I found a phone and call my own number.
After a few rings a familiar, yet groggy voice answered the line. Holy
Shit! This isn't a dream!
"Hello... Angela?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," was the reply followed by some unsuccessful attempts to fix the
frog in her throat and, "Who is this?"
"Look in the mirror."
After a short pause and some sighing, I heard a non-directional, "What
the... Where the hell am I?" followed by, "What the hell is going on?"
"I'm not sure, but I think we switched bodies."
"No Way! That's not possible! Is it?"
"I didn't think so... but, what other explanation do you have?"
"Hmmm. Interesting." I didn't like the sound of that.
"I guess I'll give it a try. It's gotta be better than being me," she
said.
"Hey, whatta' ya' mean, 'give it a try,' That's my body you've got
there... that's my life!"
"Yeah, well... It's not like we have much of a choice, now do we?
Besides, you've probably already perved-out on mine" she stated frankly,
as if she knew for a fact.
"Hey now! I'm not that type of guy. I'm trying real hard not to think
about or look at things that I shouldn't... it isn't right to do that to
you." I paused for a moment, then added, "I don't want you to ruin my
life, and I don't want to ruin yours. We need to meet."
We decided to meet right away. Since she lived in town, and I live a
couple miles out, I drove to my place.
We discussed what happened and how - but neither one of us could come up
with specifics. We just kept coming back to her wish... and mine. As
impossible as it seemed, that was the only thing we could think of that
could have done this to us. Neither of us broached the possibility to
wishing ourselves back, I could see that she didn't want to... and
frankly, neither did I. It was going to be an interesting day, to say
the least.
We decided that we should exchange notes on how to be the other person,
and what we would likely encounter through the day. Interestingly
enough, we both had the day off - she just the day, I was on a 2-week
paid vacation. So we got to spend plenty of time coaching the other
about our own lives.
~~~~~~~~~~
Even with the extensive coaching session, I still had no idea how to be a
teenage girl. The choices were so overwhelming. The nice thing about
being Angela though... everyone chalked up *my* new strangeness to either
the break-up with Mike... or being pregnant.
Yeah... pregnancy. That's an interesting thing. I'm not sure if I
should feel any different at this point or not vs. being a normal girl.
I'm supposing not. But it does take some extra effort to make sure that
I'm being as healthy as I can be and avoiding things that might harm the
baby. It's different in that even thought I don't really feel much
different, I still have to be cognizant of the child growing inside of
me. That makes me smile - who'd have ever thought that I would have a
child growing in me. Of course, the 'bouts of morning sickness suck - I
really hate that part.
Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation. While I've taken to her life as
well as I can - I'm afraid of what she's going to do to my life if I
don't get my body back before that vacation is up. So I head out to my
place before work to visit with Angela.
"We need to swap back."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to lose my job or screw my life up."
"You think I can't handle it?"
"You don't have the years of technical education and professional
experience that I do. I'm sure you can handle everything else - but you
can't fake that knowledge and experience."
"You just don't want to be me... you don't want to be a pregnant girl."
I smiled... and frowned at that. "Don't you say that. Being pregnant is
a wonderful gift. I wish I could just keep being you and go through the
whole shebang." I was shocked at what I had just said.
"Then why don't you?"
"Because, I'm not you. I'm not going to ruin your life and I don't want
you to ruin my... even if you do your best not to."
"You could be me... You could be Angela. You'd have a wonderful
opportunity to have a beautiful life. If you were Angela, you wouldn't
have to worry about Ol' Joe here. You just need to worry about Angela
and that baby of yours. And I, well, I would only have to worry about
myself, Joe. It wouldn't be your life I ruin, it would be my own."
I was speechless for a moment. The thought of getting a second chance at
life... the thought of actually getting to remain in Angela's pregnant
body and feel the baby grow. How could she not want these things to
herself... how could I even think about taking them from her?
"How can you not want to feel the baby grow inside of you? How can you
be so willing to give up your future, your youth?"
"Because I'm a man now. And seeing a young woman so happy with life, how
can I deny her that?"
"It's not right for me to take your life."
"You're not taking it, I'm giving it to you."
"It's not right for you to take my life."
"It's *YOUR* choice, Angela. Remember how unhappy I was being Angela.
Imagine where I'd be if I was forced to be Angela again. Right now, I'm
happy being Joe. I can always find another job if I have to. But I'll
be happy, and so will you."
My eyes were tearing up. But he was right, he seemed so happy with his
new life. And I had to admit that I was pretty happy at the idea of
remaining where I was.
I guess that whatever higher-power had granted the wish, knew what it was
doing.
But now, I had to get my butt to work. And then tonight, try to figure
out how to deal with class schedules and this baby.
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